I’m Fly(feat. Yo Gotti) - Trae Tha Truth

Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
N***as got a problem Houston
I'm the truth haters can't miss that
Street money got me shinin' where my wrists at
Paint wet tint got it pitch black
Doors open up somin' freaky in the back
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly
I'm fly I'm flyer than a mother****er
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly
I'm fly I'm flyer than a mother****er
Yeah I'm in the hood rockin' somin' tinted
It's me I'm the realest n***a sittin' in it
You can find me in the gutter somewhere hidden in it
Next to this *****with so much a*s she barely fit up in it
Yeah you can miss me with that rapper s**t
I'm in the trap where we specialise in rap and breathin'
Street n***a I told you I would in the store
I'm in the jungle with gorillas up under my car
Inside of it imported from overseas
Blowin' money my mo below 30 degrees
Two pricks on the watch I'd never waste time
No phone but the *****still givin' me Facetime
I'm the truth haters can't miss that
Street money got me shinin' where my wrists at
Paint wet tint got it pitch black
Doors open up somin' freaky in the back
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly
I'm fly I'm flyer than a mother****er
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly
I'm fly I'm flyer than a mother****er
Ay look I'm helicopter flat partner zilla off the hatch
And we ain't comin' down we gon' kick it in the sky
Straight in bird game like my n***a Jim Jones
You playin' wordgames and I ain't talkin' on the phones
What up Trae Salute the APN
I might count 20 briefs if you can find me 10
I just might cop the Ash DeMar photo
White on white on white and take a twin pic photo
Real from the get go Douggie Zen and Blizzo
You think you can grew into me I don't think so
Bought her half a bottle in the club but I don't drink though
One comma zero zero zero zero
I'm the truth haters can't miss that
Zero zero
Street money got me shinin' where my wrists at
Paint wet tint got it pitch black
Doors open up somin' freaky in the back
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly
I'm fly I'm flyer than a mother****er
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
I'm fly I'm flyer than a mother****er
N***as got a problem Houston
I'm in this black whip black loafs
Black stingray seats black spokes
Paint somewhere in the water swimmin' over land
Trap money in a bunch of white colored sand
****bein' broke *****I drip
Tryna deck who *****I'm strapped
Pray if you want to get to heaven blue back
I'm an asshole you already knew that
I'm the truth I'm the king
One of the reallest fly n***as you done seen
Fifty stacks around my neck n***a that's nothin'
Diamonds jumpin' off the chain they stuntin'
I'm the truth haters can't miss that
Street money got me shinin' where my wrists at
Paint wet tint got it pitch black
Doors open up somin' freaky in the back
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly
I'm fly I'm flyer than a mother****er
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly
I'm fly I'm flyer than a mother****er
I'm the truth haters can't miss that
Street money got me shinin' where my wrists at
Paint wet tint got it pitch black
Doors open up somin' freaky in the back